The artist’s name caught my attention, but I stayed for the song. Completely unrelated to the American city, this French artist is beginning to grab the attention of a few people. Too few for my liking, so please spread the love for this guy! You can find his EP on iTunes now.
Before the fall rains come,
Let’s have one more picnic,
Now that the leaves are turning color
And the grass is still green in places.
Bread, cheese and some black grapes
Ought to be enough,
And a bottle of red wine to toast the crows
Puzzled to find us sitting here.
If it gets cold—and it will—I’ll hold you close.
Night will come early.
We’ll watch the sky, hoping for a full moon
To light our way home.
And if there isn’t one, we’ll put all our trust
In your book of matches
And my sense of direction
As we grope our way in the dark.
I really miss those lazy days in the prairie.
This is my insignificant 400th post. This blog has changed a lot since it’s inception and that’s because I’ve changed quite a bit during that same time period. I’ve had many creative droughts, many ups, and many more downs. I think I’m back for awhile this time, and I hope you’re out there listening to the broadcast.